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                STARS

                 

                By Emily Bronte

                 

                 

                Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
                  Restored our Earth to joy,
                Have you departed, every one,
                  And left a desert sky?

                All through the night, your glorious eyes
                  Were gazing down in mine,
                And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
                  I blessed that watch divine.

                I was at peace, and drank your beams
                  As they were life to me;
                And revelled in my changeful dreams,
                  Like petrel on the sea.

                Thought followed thought, star followed star,
                  Through boundless regions, on;
                While one sweet influence, near and far,
                  Thrilled through, and proved us one!

                Why did the morning dawn to break
                  So great, so pure, a spell;
                And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
                  Where your cool radiance fell?

                Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
                  His fierce beams struck my brow;
                The soul of nature sprang, elate,
                  But mine sank sad and low!

                My lids closed down, yet through their veil
                  I saw him, blazing, still,
                And steep in gold the misty dale,
                  And flash upon the hill.

                I turned me to the pillow, then,
                  To call back night, and see
                Your worlds of solemn light, again,
                  Throb with my heart, and me!

                It would not do--the pillow glowed,
                  And glowed both roof and floor;
                And birds sang loudly in the wood,
                  And fresh winds shook the door;

                The curtains waved, the wakened flies
                  Were murmuring round my room,
                Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
                  And give them leave to roam.

                 

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